Best Teddies Poems

 

I will look to times no more, 
to this girl of eleven;
to the old house on the perfect street,
I loved it there, we loved it,
the worn wood floors,
the big olden kitchen,
the lovely flowers mom grew outside,

I will never forget the trees, the drooping green;
the...

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John Weaver 2000 (Emily has cerebral palsy)

Her room is not the sort of room you’d quite expect to find
For a little girl whose love of life is clear
No toys or games or bats or balls, or fun things of that kind
No bicycle or skateboard will...

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Little ones, Little ones
Faces so sweet
Oh how I want to squeeze your cute cheeks
Oh, how I love you
Oh, how I care
About all the little things in your life we share
These are the times 
I've been dreaming of
Days when, as your grandma, 
I can give you...

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I was four when I partied like it was 1999.
Didn’t know what Y2K meant—
thought it was a new kind of Ribena.
Mom said the world might end,
so we had fish fingers and Angel Delight
like it was our last supper.
She danced in the kitchen—
hip in one hand,...

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The three little pigs came to the ball
Tried to blow the castle down
It didn’t work
It was made of solid gold
So they gave up and sat at their trough 
Ate noisily 
And snorted quite a lot

They started poor Sneezy off
His allergies he couldn’t control
Living up to...

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When I looked up at you the other night
I saw you coming through the door
Framing it with your amazing smile
steadfast, self assured, a happy man
A happy Dutch life with Irish sea-kissed roots
Not just a European but a world class man
As you stood before me, I...

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 Continued from Part 1

The orphans and widows lean into the breeze
watching horrified hangmen descend to their knees 
for the angel of mercy’s no longer inclined
to forgive vengeful  phantoms (oh Furies of night!) ,
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Still hallowed is the well, and so they pray,
offer: prayer cards, candles, and bitty photos
of children to come and those now unmade,
each woman rife with grief in longing’s throes.

The sound of stream shakes beneath their feet
in the grotto chiseled from native stone.
Niches, shelves and ledges...

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When...

Apples Ate Apes
Bananas Beat Bullies
Courage Conquers Cowards
Dolls Do Dances
Eggs Eat Everyone
Fears Freeze Fate
Grapes Greed Gold
Happiness Holds Hearts 
Ignorance Is Irregular
Jack Joy Jill
Kicking Kangaroos KO
Liquor Likes Laziness
Mayhem Makes Merry
No-one Nails Notes
Oranges Omit Oats
People Pretend Peace
Quiz Quails Quickly
Royalty Raids Rome
Soccer Soars Skies
Teddies Turned Terrible
Umbrellas Unite Uglies 
Very...

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?I thought that I would never see
Another macho man like me.
Ex-green Beret and Airborne Ranger,
Who never shirked in face of danger.	
But that ancient myth was soon dissolved,
When my wife asked me to get involved,
And accompany her, one fine day,
In search for her new negligee.

Now stout...

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Each night, before I climb into my bed and fall asleep
Softly, silently, into their room I creep,

On pillows soft as clouds their heads they lay
Where they will sweetly dream the night away,

As I tip-toe to the beds in which they lie
I can hear their shallow,...

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1 2 1 2 in a tutu playing croquet at three pm

Abracadabra is a giant kilo of horse manure thrown at the head with a boom. But a boom is neither a boomerang nor a pickling gate in a jar of curdled milk. Sour then?...

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The interest rate is fallin
But I ain't talkin money... darlin
What I got in mind is always free
I don't care if  Wallstreet crashes
Long as I can find them matches
To light that fire that used to burn for me
I run around in see thru teddies
An indication...

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When my daughter was a little girl we used to play a game
It really had no structure and it never had a name
But every time we played it I forgot all of my cares 
And now we always call it the waltz of the teddy...

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Bitter spinsters in their nighties
Wedding rings of bright pyrites
Unrequited youthful crushes
Unwise lusts, unwanted blushes
Teddies trapped in pink balloons
And endless loops of sickly tunes 
In the garden, badly hidden
Garage roses on the midden

© Gail Foster 14th February 2017...

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